Getting Down to Business

It was a great day when Chad was transferred into my department at work. Most of my other coworkers were fresh out of college and the guys tended to be total bros. Even though I was still in my 30s, I felt like some sort of elder statesmen around them. Some of them were cute enough, but I just treated them as a little eye candy. Even if some of them were into guys, we wouldn’t have enough in common for anything more than a one-night stand. 

Chad was four or five years younger than me but still much more mature than the frat crew. He was very bright and had a strong work ethic, so I enjoyed working on projects with him. But it wasn’t just his competence I admired – he was incredibly good-looking. He was just under six feet tall, maybe a half-inch taller than me, and he had close-cropped, straight black hair and Windex-blue eyes. He had smaller features, with a cute little nose and perfectly straight, paper-white teeth. He also was something of a clotheshorse and wore only designer labels, which looked great on his lean runner’s body. It seemed everything he owned was Hugo Boss or John Varvatos or their peers. He was always clean-shaven and totally put together; it was obvious he cared about his appearance and took time to look good. He also had an absolutely rocking, tight little bubble butt that the designer threads showed off well. Sometimes it was all I could do not to drool watching him walk away.

Over time, we became work friends and would go to lunch together a couple of times a month. We even occasionally went for drinks after work, but he never really talked about anything very personal. I wondered if he might be gay and on the DL like me; we were both guys in our 30s who never talked about relationships and weren’t dating any girls. Most straight guys will mention an old girlfriend or make a comment about the waitress’s tits every once in a while so you know where they like to stick their dicks. But there was none of that with Chad; at the same time, he never did anything that would let me know for sure he was into guys either.

He only shared a couple of things that had anything to do with anything sexual at all. Once, during the summer, I noticed that he had gotten quite tan and I mentioned it to him. “Yeah, I tan easily,” he told me. “I’ve got crazy tan lines. You should see my ass  – it’s blinding white.” Of course, I would have given a week’s pay to see his ass, but he moved on to a different subject so I didn’t press it.

Another time, he told me that his sixteen-year-old cousin had confided in him that he was fucking his girlfriend. I wasn’t quite sure why he was sharing this with me, so I decided to probe just a little bit. “Do you think that’s pretty average these days? Or is it young?” I was hoping he would tell me something about when he started having sex, or anything to give me a little information and fuel my fantasies when I was lying in my bed and masturbating while thinking about Chad. 

But he just said, “From what I hear, lots of kids start about that age. He says most of his friends are getting laid too.” 

“Lucky them,” I said with a smile. 

“For sure.”

A few weeks after that, we were assigned to travel to a suburb of Chicago together to give a presentation to a new client. We were going to be a way for a couple of nights, just the two of us, and I got excited thinking that I might get to know a little more about Chad. I definitely had a real crush on him. I would jerk off thinking about him in the shower, or getting his dick sucked, even him letting me rub my cock on his beautiful firm ass, up and down his crack, and penetrating his pucker. I often wondered what he looked like naked. I had never even seen him without a shirt. I knew he had a great ass, but I had no idea what his dick might look like. I have a pretty standard-issue cock, though it’s thicker than average. I’m right at six inches long and over five inches around with a pretty thick dark red bush. I wondered if Chad was hanging huge peen or if he was a smaller guy. He didn’t ever have much of a bulge in his designer slacks, but hey, I figured he might be a grower. 

The week of the trip arrived and we flew up to Chicago together on a crisp fall day. We went directly to the client’s offices and did our spiel. We tag-teamed the presentation, with Chad demonstrating the software to them and me talking about the implementation process and change management. Chad was a natural presenter, smooth and confident, and I noticed more than one of the ladies in the room letting their eyes linger on his backside whenever he was facing away from them. Everyone seemed really excited about the product and told us we had done a great job. 

We were tired after such a long day, but excited about how well it had gone. Chad suggested we hit the hotel bar for a couple of drinks to celebrate. I wasn’t about to turn that down, so we took a couple of stools near the end of the bar. I had my usual Grey Goose with tonic and Chad ordered a mojito. The bartender was a good-looking guy with a sort of corn-fed Midwestern vibe. He was wearing tight black pants and I couldn’t help letting my eyes check out his backyard when he turned away from us. While I was quickly checking him out, I noticed Chad was looking at me out of the corner of his eye. His lips curved up in a small smile. Oh shit, I thought. Busted. But then I noticed Chad had moved his eyes to check out exactly what I had been. He took a lingering look at the bartender’s tight buns over the top of his glass as he finished the mojito. 

“Wanna get together and work on the slides for tomorrow?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Why don’t we go up and change and then you can meet me in my room? I’ll get the laptop set up.”

“See you in a few.”

We rode up in the elevator together. He got off on his floor and I rode up a couple more floors to my stop. I changed into a Polo T-shirt and jeans and took the stairs down the two flights to where Chad’s room was. All the time I was thinking about him catching me checking out the bartender’s butt and then him doing the same. I wondered if he would mention it and I knocked on his door with a little bit of nervous excitement. 

He opened the door wearing dark jeans and a V-neck olive T-shirt. He was barefoot and handed me a beer. “I raided the minibar.”

“I like your style,” I told him. 

He had the laptop sitting on the end of the bed. He walked over and then laid down on his stomach, propped up on one elbow and using the other hand to navigate.

“Take a look at this,” he said turning the screen a little towards me. I set my beer on the floor and the foot of the bed and laid down next to him. On the screen was a picture of a hot shirtless guy shaking a cocktail mixer. I caught my breath, wondering if he was about to give me shit for being caught scoping out the bartender. 

“That guy downstairs was hot, right?” He held my eyes in a frank stare. Our faces were very close and he didn’t blink.

“Chad, I…”

He leaned a little toward me and placed his lips on mine. His tongue pushed between my teeth, tender but insistent. My heart was pounding and I could barely believe what was happening. Chad’s mouth was amazing, so warm and wet. I could taste a little of the lime juice and mint from his mojito. I kissed him back for all I was worth. I’m a closeted gay guy and I’ve never had a real boyfriend before, so most of my kissing experience was with fuck buddies or Grindr hookups. I’ve always thought it was OK, but if you’re kissing me, your mouth’s not on my dick, you know? But with Chad it was so different. It was like being plugged directly into an amplifier. He was a very skilled kisser, and his tongue explored every corner of my mouth. I reached a hand out and touched the side of his head, running my fingers over his hair and stroking his ear while we kissed. After a moment, he gently pushed me onto my back and straddled my chest. He looked down at me, then pulled his T-shirt off over his head. My cock was throbbing in my jeans, hard as Chinese arithmetic. I ran my hands gently over his nipples and down his taut belly, stopping to stroke his belly button and the faint little happy trail underneath it. I then ran my hands back up his sides to touch the two little soft patches of dark hair under his arms. He gave a little moan of pleasure, then unfastened the button on his jeans. He rolled off me just long enough to pull the jeans off, then straddled me again, clad now only in a very small pair of white bikini briefs. I could tell he was as hard as I was. There was a small precum stain right at the tip of his dick and I could see his thick dark bush through the thin white fabric. 

Still barely believing that my fantasies were coming to life, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled it down, tucking the front under his balls. His beautiful cock was right at my face. It was almost a twin to mine in size, regular length but a little thicker than average. He had a pretty long piss slit and it was slick with his anticipation. His pubes were jet black and very thick, but his balls were smooth. I put my tongue out and tasted his wetness, getting his glans into my mouth and working it gently with my tongue. Soon my cock greed took over and I gobbled down his entire fuckstick. Chad threw his head back and sighed. I got my nose down into his bush and could smell the soap and shampoo he used; it was fresh and wonderful. I worked my lips up and down his length a few times, then looked up into those stunning blue eyes.

“Fuck my mouth,” I told him. 

He looked back at me, then braced himself with one hand on my thigh and started to buck his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth with a wet, sticky sound. This boy was definitely a leaker; I could taste his delicious precum all over my tongue. He rode me like that for a while, with me loving every thrust. Then he stopped and gave me a seductive gaze.

“Your turn,” he said.

He climbed off of me and started to tug my shirt up. I pulled it the rest of the way over my head while he attacked my belt and the button and zipper on my jeans. I kicked them off, leaving me in only my black boxer briefs. He felt my raging hardon through the fabric, then worked my underwear off so I was as naked as he was. He straddled me again, this time facing away and giving me a close-up view of that spectacular ass. He ran his tongue up and down each side of my shaft, then nibbled around my piss slit for a moment before taking my length into his mouth. I was lost in ecstasy with this handsome guy I had been lusting after for months finally giving me a primo blowjob. Chad was every bit as skilled at sucking cock as he was at kissing. While I was feeling those amazing sensations, I was also massaging his tight asscheeks and gently parting them to get a look at his light pink asshole, with just a few black hairs around it. I touched it gently with my forefinger and Chad’s mouth went into overdrive on my rod. I didn’t know how much longer I could last; my entire body felt like it was tingling and I swear I could feel the massive load building in my balls.

“God, Chad, I think I’m gonna blow,” I told him. 

“Where do you want to shoot?” he asked around a mouthful of my dick.

I get really turned on by pubic hair; I’ve always had a fetish for it. I decided to just go for it. “I want to cum on your bush,” I said.

He stopped, then turned around and grinned at me. “You can cum on my bush,” he said. Then he laid down on his back and spread his legs apart. I got on my knees between his legs and looked down at this beautiful guy with the tip of his hard dick laying against his navel. I used the remaining spit from his blowjob as lube and began to stroke my cock. Our eyes were locked as I fisted my meat, then in just a few pumps, I felt my jism rising. I began to breathe very heavily and grunted a couple of times as I erupted five shots of cream right onto his black pubes. Chad started to work his cock too and used a glob of my cum as lube.

“Can I cum on your dick?” he asked.

“You can cum wherever you want,” I told him. 

We got on our knees facing each other in the middle of the bed while Chad worked himself to orgasm. He put the tip of his dick right against mine, our piss slits touching. He grunted too, then basically power-washed my head and shaft with his load. Jets of it hit my hip and the sheets as well. It was almost an alarming amount of cum. I let myself believe that maybe I had something to do with him shooting such a massive amount of jizz.

We collapsed back onto the bed. Chad reached over the edge and picked up my beer bottle from the floor. He took a swig, then handed it to me. I finished off what was left and put it back on the floor. Then we lay side by side with our heads together, letting our heart rates come down. I reached over and traced a little of my cum from his bush up his belly and he did the same to me. 

“Well, you were right about one thing,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“Your ass is blindingly white,” I said, grinning. 

He laughed. “I knew you would remember that.”

“Were you teasing me?”

“Of course I was. I knew you liked my ass. I saw you checking it out.”

“Was I that obvious?”

“Not too much. I noticed because I was checking you out too.”

“Really?”

“Sure. You have reddish hair and I have a thing for red pubes. I was dying to know if you had red in your bush.”

“And did you like what you saw?”

“I fucking loved it.”

We lay there a few more minutes, our penises returning to flaccid and the cum drying to crust. I moved to get up. “I need to take a piss.”

He reached out his hand and put it on my arm. “Can I watch?” he asked, looking in my eyes.

I looked back at him. “Sure.”

We walked naked to the bathroom. I stood a little to the side of the toilet so he could get a good view, then let my stream start. After a second, Chad reached over and gently placed his hand on the underside of my shaft while I took my big piss. My dick was definitely not going to stay flaccid for long at this rate. 

This was the first of many private things Chad wanted to share with me. But those are other stories…